"I wouldn't call it affection," he whispered, a little uncertainly, then boldly, "I want to fuck you!" She started to laugh, her head going back. In desperation Gary jerked her to him and held her in a vise-like grip, his mouth crushing down on hers furiously. He could feel his lips bruising against hers, the hard ridge of bone and teeth beneath the soft flesh. He heard her gasp as his mouth claimed her. Automatically her hands pushed a little against his chest and then miraculously came around his neck and she was kissing him back, her tongue darting into his mouth in quick little stabs. Gary clenched his eyes shut tight and gave himself up to the first real kiss he'd ever had. Jesus!
He probed her mouth boldly with his own tongue, pushing into the warm wet cave fiercely. She sucked it with relish and pressed herself into his aching cock. He could feel the big mounds of her breasts crushed against his chest, the nipples like sharp little buttons digging into him through his shirt. His hands found the rounded buttocks and squeezed hard. Oh shit! She wasn't wearing anything under the turtleneck and bell bottoms. Oh God! He was going to fuck her! He knew it! She was going to let him! Confidence roared through him with the pulse of his aching cock and the blood like hot lava beating and erupting through his veins.
Her hands slipped down his back to his naked buttocks and Gary felt her pull him even closer into her knit covered pelvis, the nails biting into his flesh in pricks of urgency. His cock felt like it was boring straight through the soft flesh of her belly to her backbone. Oh God damn! It felt good. His hand fumbled upward and found the softly resilient mound of her breast and he squeezed it hungrily. A soft mewling hum came from deep inside her mouth, an approving sound he could feel in his stabbing tongue.
"Ohhhhhh… God…" he groaned almost falling from the sheer exquisite sensation as her hand found his cock buried between them and clasped it warmly. Wanda leaned back a little and the wanton hand stroked it, skinning the foreskin expertly as Gary's hand snaked under the soft sweater to touch the naked fullness of her satiny-skinned breast.
"You like that, lover?" she crooned, the green eyes mocking him again.
"Christ, yes! Come on… don't stop."
"Let's go to your room," she whispered against his mouth.
They entered the bedroom and Gary ripped off his shirt, throwing it over one of the maple chairs near the dresser. Wanda undid the two buttons on the front of the bell bottoms and slowly, seductively, using her palms and undulating her body rhythmically, she slid the garment down, down along her body until it lay puddled at her feet. Her eyes were heavily lidded, smoky, and she watched his face as she undressed. She stood there, dressed now only in the red sweater. Tantalizingly, like an exotic dancer practicing her art expertly, she reached, pulling the sweater over her head slowly, making sure that the aroused, berry-sized nipples were the last to meet his hot, hungry eyes. She dropped the sweater on top of the discarded slacks and then raised her hands to cup the full, rich mounds, kneading them like a lover would. Finally, she dropped her fingers to her tapering legs as she stood before him completely naked.
"Like, lover?" she asked throatily.
"Christ, you're the most beautiful thing I ever saw!" Gary said. His eyes roamed over her well-tanned body, at the curly light pussy hair framing the wet, pink folds of her cunt. She was something else, all right! Jesus Christ, she was a Goddess!
Wanda reveled in his lustful gaze for a long moment, then she stepped over to his double bed and lay down on it, spreading her legs wide in a wantonly inviting position, exposing to his eyes the full, wet, palpitating opening of her cuntal passage. She rotated her hips lewdly on the spread, arching them up and lowering them again in a measured, intoxicating way. "Aren't you going to come here, lover?" she asked in a husky voice.
"Goddamn right I am!" Gary said.
He stood there with his great, trembling cock standing out from his groin, the unseeing eye in the glans oozing thin, clear droplets of aroused lubrications. Wanda stared at it, moistening her lips with her tongue as if tasting the seeping fluid already swirling around in the warm sucking caverns of her mouth.
"Come on," she urged. "Lie down beside Auntie," she laughed.
"And what are you going to do then?" he gasped.
"Auntie's going to take that big lovely cock of yours and suck every last little drop of hot cum right out of it," Wanda whispered up at him.
God damn! She really was a whore! She really knew how to get a guy heated up, talking that way, using words like she used her body, fucking you verbally if such a thing were possible. His penis quivered and throbbed in anticipation. He sat on the edge of the bed, next to her, his legs unable to support him. Gary felt her hand snake out and encircle his swollen cock begin to stroke and then to massage the turgid length, rubbing the skin back and forth. Then she slipped her hand underneath and cupped and caressed his balls, cradling their softness in her palm.
Gary couldn't stifle a small groan of pleasure. "First things first," he said.
"What do you mean, lover?"
"I want to fuck you."
"Oh, honey! We'll do that too, afterward."
She returned her hand to his penis and testicles, rubbing, caressing. "Please," she crooned. "I'm hot now, and I want to suck you. Come on, let Auntie suck you now and then you can fuck me."
He sat frozen, watching her undulate her hips, her tongue still flicking along her lips, her eyes resting hotly on the huge, granite-hard expanse of his penis at the wrinkled sac of his bloating balls.
Wanda began to breathe harder. She leaned against him, her hand busy. "I want that big fucking cock of yours twitching around up inside my stomach," she whispered close, and then her tongue darted out and began to explore his inner ear, hotly, wetly, maddeningly.
Gary felt a spasm of excitement course through him at the contact, felt his balls begin to ache throbbingly. She began to stroke it, gently, back, and forth with the palm of her hand as her tongue darted in and out of his ear, in and out, her hot breath blowing sweet against the lobe. His foot pressed harder into the carpet as his hands caressed the heavy petulant breasts and silken hips.
Jesus, Gary thought, I'm going to shoot my wad if she doesn't stop rubbing like that!
Her nails traced a delicious pattern along the underside of his cock, up and down, up and down, and her tongue assailed his ear madly now, as if she were fucking him there, about to climax. Then suddenly, her panting, wheezing breath and her tongue left his ear, and her head dipped down as she scooted her body lower. Her warm, saliva-moist lips came in contact with his penis, encircling the swollen head, and an electric shock ran through Gary's body. He almost lost control as a crazy sob tore out of his throat, but then he managed to swallow it as Wanda began a gentle sucking motion on his cock, taking it deep into her throat, those nails of hers maddeningly tickling his balls, tickling the base of his lewdly palpitating member, causing boiling sperm to build in his scrotum.
He turned then, one hand sliding up her back to push Wanda's head harder down against his loins, causing the entire length of his huge lust-engorged cock to slide up into her convoluting mouth.
"Not so fast!" he whispered urgently. "Jesus, not so fast; I'll pop my nuts!"
But his new aunt only increased her mouthing of his cock, letting her tongue ream the opening in the glans, tantalizing it voraciously with her flaming breath, running her nails faster along the underside of his wet, burning prick. Dimly, Gary felt his balls building. He wanted to push her head away, but all he could do was grind her mouth down harder on his organ, his fingers splayed on the back of her head.